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Friday 6 February 2015

THE OTHER HALF OF MY HEART



Sometimes you're lucky enough to have one person you love without question. Without reason. They have just always been a part of your life, a part of you. Their existence is so integral to who you are, just as they are, that it becomes easy to overlook what lies beneath the façade of friendship –the depth of a love that is truly understanding and unconditional, because without one another each of you would be only half of a whole. And a half-life is surely no life at all.
But you go on, loving your other half, without appreciating how vital they are to the very breath in your lungs, the continued beating of your heart, your ability to move from one day to the next. Until one day it hits you, like planets colliding. The fallout is devastating, and terrifyingly spectacular.
Devastating because you can’t go back, can’t overlook the truth of your love anymore. Blissful ignorance can never be yours again.
Terrifyingly spectacular because you don’t want the blissful ignorance any more than you can have it, but what if the other half of you doesn’t see it? What if they never will?
You daydream, hold on to the hope that someday your other half wakes from their stupor and collides with you. Until then you must go on, pretend that you, too, are still living in the darkness of blissful ignorance.